Intimacy

In love, these days, it is a free market; browse and buy, pick and choose, rent and reject, as you like.

Yet I still can't hear the beginning of 'Stray Cat Blues' without wanting to hitchhike to Spain with a teenager.

For our homework, as kids, we would sometimes be asked to write, 'What I did today'. Now I feel like compiling a list: the things I didn't do today. The things I haven't done in life.

...toleration can become a bad habit.

If living is an art it is a strange one, an art of everything, and particularly of spirited pleasure.

I extract my weekend bag from the cupboard and open it. I stare into the bottom and then put it on my head. What do you take when you're never coming back?